What is purity but the breath we breathe upon words?
The sensations that trickle through our being
and glow warmly within…
The air that caresses and unfeelingly lights our being
What is purity but thought that brings awe
self-abandonment in bliss
not once caring if the heart will beat once more
It is silence so perfect that perfection would mar its very sense
The countless colours that burst upon the darkness
and live only in our dreams
It is art that is understood by all and none
and music, sweet music that
while lessening the soul
would still tempt the ear to listen
It is the light that sparkles in a newborn’s eye
surpassing all brilliance
and returning to the babes of age
What is purity but the breath we breath upon our last
without fear
intotheindigo 
The last line gives a particular weight to the whole piece.
Splendid! I loved this!!
Well done on this! 🙂
Subhan Zein